Don't Forget Me, I Beg

So, I have the normal fears: spiders, bugs in general, falling, fire, tornados, the list goes on and on. The bottom line is that I'm scared of a lot of things. But there is one fear I have that kind of stands alone. I think other people probably have this fear too, but it is always there for me. I have the horrible terror of being forgotten. Not forgotten like people are going to forget that I went somewhere and they can't find me. Forgotten like everything I've ever done or will ever do is for nothing. I started to feel that way when I went back to visit my high school. People were excited to see me for a few minutes, but it was like they didn't actually care that it was me. It was as if I was just something breaking up the monotony of their day. Even people I thought I was really close to merely said hi and went on their way. Did my leaving really not have that much of an effect on them? Is this the way it is with everyone? Out of sight, out of mind? Did they even consider that I never stop thinking about them? Or how they are doing? Am I really not that memorable? I know I talk a little loudly and I know I talk a lot. It's because I'm so afraid that even though I'm there, if I don't say anything they will forget me. I want to be noticed, and I want so badly to be remembered. In twenty years, if someone from my high school hears my name I want them to be able to say, "Yea, I remember her." People think it is funny to leave me places, because I can't find my way back. But it kills me when they do that. Even though it's a joke. And it isn't because I'm so afraid of being lost. It's because it breaks my heart that I'm so easy to forget and just leave somewhere. The day you all came back to get me because I was standing in the middle of the intersection crying, I wasn't crying because I was lost. I was crying because you were my best friends. And you forgot me. Part of my love of being on stage is because for those two hours, I am not forgotten. There is someone looking at me, and watching me, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Because when they look back on that show, they will sure as hell remember me. So there it is, my biggest fear. Whether you love me or hate me, it doesn't really matter. At least you are thinking of me.

Oh Mother...

So, I have spent the last week being my mother while she was out of town. This involved making sure the house was open house ready, cooking dinner, driving carpool, making sure everyone has the medicine they need, giving my sister money, and being sent on errands for eggnog (multiple times). I have discovered that I do not appreciate what my mother does nearly enough. I had to take Caitlin to carpool at 6:30 every morning. Do you know the last time I got up that early? January. And my mother does this every day! I really don't know how. Because I am exhausted. Another thing: cooking. In theory, sounds easy, in practice... it's about a hundred million billion times harder than it sounds. I am surprised that I didn't give anyone food poisoning. It is that difficult. I can never figure out when things are done, and they get done on the outside by not the inside... it is a horribly frustrating experience. Therefore, to all the amazing beautiful mommies that make this their lives: You are super awesome wonderful people. And I definitely think I can wait a few years or more before becoming a mommy myself. Because all this plus baby sleep deprivation... yea, I can wait.

Freshman Year in Retrospect

So, I am finally home from my first year of college. All I can say is, wow. This year has been full of ups and downs, twists and turns, and tears and laughter. Let's start out with classes. I finished first semester with a 3.4 GPA, and I haven't gotten my grades yet for this semester. I probably could have done better in a few of my classes. I did pass all of them though. I thought I had decided what I wanted to do with my life... leave it to an offhand comment to throw all of my plans off track. I am definitely doing Theatre and Early Childhood Education for my B.A. After that though, I'm kind of lost. I will most likely end up getting my Master's degree. Here is the kicker though, I think I may want to go into higher education administration. That's what my dad does. It just makes sense to me. Then again, maybe I will get my Master's in Acting and teach theatre. I don't think I will go to grad school right out of college though. I want to act first. I have loved most of my classes, and most of my teachers. I like to learn. I could work a little harder though.
Now for friends. People always told me that high school would be the best four year of my life. They were so so very wrong. College has been the best year of my life so far. The friends that I have made, I don't know how I could live without them. This summer is going to be super difficult, just because I'm not living with them. They have taught me so much about myself and about life in general. I love all of my Converse girls from the very bottom of my heart.
Speaking of hearts, let's discuss the state of my love life briefly. So I came out of a bad relationship at the beginning of the year. I was torn up about it, but maybe not as much as I usually am. I decided that I needed to be single for a little bit. I made for 8 months before I started looking again. Maybe I've found something... That is all I have to say about that.
The pictures, the memories, the friends. Those are what is important. Those are what I will have forever. And you know what? I'm pretty sure next year may even be able to top this one :)

XOXO